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Rolling the Dice
Ruby Tuesday caught him on the rebound
They met at a Rolling Stones Concert
He was glad she came into his life, he conceded
She was nice to have around
To fill the void his heart needed
Before he met her, he was in bars drinking whiskey and gin
Where honkey tonk women danced, gave him a thrill
He was drowning his sorrows from heartache within
Angie had left him, and thoughts of her haunted him still
But wild horses couldn't bring her back to him
"I thought I had her under my thumb," he lamented
His life spiraled out of control, paint it black
Her memory left him tormented
Sometimes life can be a game of tumblin dice
Rolling for love that sometimes will haunt
Heartaches will come, love has its price
But you can't always get what you want
Copyright ©
Joseph May
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